Chapter 413

I hope that effort will be proportional to reward. The gap between me and the likes of the Slothful Bishop is huge. If this doesn't work, I'll definitely stop using it in the future.

Yuki spent a fortune on experiments, and then put the diary away. This thing can't be used casually; 'Taiyi' wrote in it, and there's a strong causal relationship.

"Can it work?" Mona still found it hard to believe.

"I don't know, but we have to try anyway. If it doesn't work, I'll have to use the contingency plan."

Contingency plan?

Mona glanced at the terrifying population density, swallowed hard, and took back what she had said earlier: Yuki Sorajima was not one to be sentimental.

"Mr. Raymond, the base has been opened." Illya walked to the top of the tower. Her class cards were all used up, and now she was mainly responsible for running errands.

Yuki nodded and followed her into the elevator. There were hardly any Night Watchers inside this huge tower, making it a virtual ghost town in a physical sense.

Beneath the tower lies a hidden world—a vast underground plaza where four heavily studded war chariots are churning and puffing out white smoke.

The remaining four Soul Annihilation Cannons were all brought along, and a Night Watchers stood solemnly beside them.

Motesen, Mofei, Robertson, and Klein were all there, but Erickson was missing. Their expressions varied: some were eager to try, some were full of anticipation, and some were gritting their teeth.

Yuki didn't care what deals the Supreme Council made, nor did he care about ending the night or what new order Erickson wanted to create.

"It seems no one came to see him off."

"Isn't this what you asked for? Rest assured, once the Lighthouse is activated, we will illuminate the flame of hope in everyone's hearts." Klein's reply was quite artistic.

That's good. It's foolish to do good deeds anonymously.

Yuki had no interest in being a champion of Justice, so he turned to look in the other direction.

Emiya, Sekiro, Shunsui Kyōraku, and Homura Akemi stood in a row, their soul flames shining brightly on their chests—a result of the spoils of the 'Central Battle'.

Illya will hide with the red egg in her arms. It's daytime, so it won't be difficult for the player to hide.

Is everything ready?

No one spoke, only nodded firmly. Everyone here was a seasoned veteran; there was no need for fancy speeches.

6:15

Yuki glanced at his pocket watch and strode forward.

"Mona, stay close to me from now on."

"Yes, elder brother." The girl gave a sweet smile, curtsied, and walked towards the center of the underground plaza, looking straight ahead at the retreating figure.

There was a crystal base, facing the sky like a concave mirror, with countless dividing lines.

Activating the Lighthouse is simple; both players and Night Watchers can do it. Input any kind of energy, and a chain reaction will occur once a critical point is reached.

Click.

Several Soul Crystal were crushed, and a massive amount of soul energy appeared on the surface of the body. Activating the Lighthouse was not a simple task; it required all the energy of a level 1 Night Watchers.

But Yuki handled it with ease, channeling energy into the concave mirror. Each dividing line became incredibly bright, and countless rays of light converged at the center, the Roar towards the heavens.

Lighthouse, activated.

Unable to conceal it, a beam of light rose from the center of the Night Capital, piercing the dim sky and reaching the heavens.

Its light was so concentrated that it pierced the dark sky like a sharp sword, heading towards the unseen. This thin thread connecting heaven and earth seemed to transcend the laws of physics, and it was clearly visible even at the edge of the Dark Night Continent.

Countless people knelt down to pray and offer their blessings to the warriors, while at the edge of the safe zone, the Slothful Bishop stared wide-eyed.

Lighthouse activated? Now?

This was completely unexpected and further confirmed the existence of that powerful Alliance, because only in this way could they possess enough powerful Soul Lamp.

Have you started the main storyline and fought the King of the Night yet?

It sounded like good news; at least no one would target them anymore. This was a way out, but not the way out he wanted.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! I finally convinced them to hold out until tonight and go snatch the airdrop tomorrow. Only by getting our hands on the powerful Soul Lamp will we have the right to watch the battle."

The bishop's mind trembled. Not only could he take this opportunity to figure out the relationship between the two sides, but it was also for safety. With their strength, they were lucky to survive; they had no right to interfere with the main quest.

But the timing was perfect.

"Lighthouse, it's the Lighthouse! Enter that light, and we will have no fear tonight!"

"I've already checked, there are no Night Watchers's Watch guards."

The atmosphere grew restless. The remaining 13 players all looked up. Last night had been too unbearable. Their companions, no, even comrades from the same faction, had gone out and been swallowed by the darkness. The rest of them could only watch helplessly.

They dared not remove the Soul Lamp and fight side by side, for the remaining members would gladly share its light, and could only watch helplessly as their comrades fell.

Disappearing once is one thing, but the key is that everyone here is powerful. Being dragged into the darkness, they managed to break free, their pleas turned into a curse, and finally vanished without a trace.

"This is clearly a trap, are you all so foolish?" the Sloth Bishop warned, only to be met with a barrage of cold stares.

They'll brave any trap, no matter what. What epic player? I'll risk my life to tear a piece off them, it's better than being swallowed by the endless night.

After last night's devastation, the remaining players' lights were even dimmer. Several were certain they wouldn't survive the night, while those who still had energy remained silent, having had enough of the torment of helplessness.

Players, especially monster-level players, have crawled out of the Corpse Mountain, Blood Sea. They fear death and are used to it, but they cannot tolerate a suffocating death.

It's definitely a trap, but what can I do?

The Slothful Bishop may survive tonight, but he is powerless to stop his companions' choice.

The jungler's ability to barely hold his own stemmed from unity, but this unity was too fragile. When Yuki offered another option, no amount of persuasion could stop him.

"I don't care anymore, I'm going, even if it's a glorious death." A barbarian wielding a giant axe took the first step; he truly couldn't bear this torment any longer.

"I'm going too, I can't make it through tonight."

"And me too. I'm a player, not here to go to jail. You can do whatever you want if you want to survive."

More and more players went outside. The Slothful Bishop exchanged a glance with a few players whose lights were slightly brighter, and finally sighed.

With most of the players gone, the few remaining ones have no chance of competing for the next airdrop; they'll be crushed to dust just like before.

How long until nightfall?

"It's 6:21 now, there's one hour and forty minutes left."

The Dark Night Continent is always set to fall at 20:00, which is the most obvious reference point.

"Let's go. The Lighthouse's glow is visible to all the remaining players on the continent. We can't let ourselves be trapped outside." The bishop stretched his stiff back. Ahead lay a thick fog, but there was definitely a trap ahead.

How many enemies might be lying in ambush? Do they think they can break into the Lighthouse?

He rubbed his messy hair, his mind trembling so much that he gave up thinking, and his expression became frantic.

"Who cares? We're already in a desperate situation anyway. Killing one is a bonus. No matter who it is, I will never die without taking the chance!"

Lighthouse? Now?

The light illuminated the dividing line of the tides, Mebius, surrounded by a horde of twisted monsters, looked up with a strange expression in his eyes.

She thought about it and quickly came to a preliminary conclusion.

"You saw through my 'sending the light' plan? That makes sense. Those little cuties are being tortured to the point of exhaustion; they'll definitely flock to the Lighthouse like moths to a flame. Is this a way to lure them there to kill them?"

No, there's no need to do such unnecessary things. I can kill them tomorrow just the same way. At most, I'll avoid the disadvantage of being spied on by me.

This is clearly not aimed at the lazy bishop, so is it to lure me there?

She found it somewhat amusing; why should she step out into the night and onto the stage? Wouldn't it have been better to use that time to manufacture more weapons? But her smile quickly froze on her face.

"Damn it, he got the first clue from the Nameless King."

[Hint 1: To complete the subjugation mission, you must confront the King of the Night and achieve at least 20% participation; failure to do so will result in elimination.]

This is a limitation of the Reincarnation Game. After all, the strongest epic-level players are the Slayer, and we can't just stand by and let the hunters do the work.

Can he defeat the King of the Night? It's unlikely. But I have no idea what strength he possesses or what clues he has.

Mebius paced back and forth, somewhat agitated. She could modify herself to increase her resistance to the darkness, and so could others.

This is the advantage of being one step ahead. Mebius originally wanted to use the next powerful Soul Lamp to lure out Yuki and find out his background, but now that he has been outmaneuvered, it's very troublesome.

"Remain unchanged amidst all changes, continue preparing my own course, and let him do whatever he wants."

"No, what if he really does defeat the King of the Night?"

This is a gamble. Yuki has already played his card first, and Mebius's hiding in the shadows is an advantage, but the cost is a lack of intelligence, so they can only make a rough estimate.

One epic-level player, at least six assisting players, including two Monster IV, oh, and the Night Watchers.

Thinking of this, the snake's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Night Watchers's power remains remarkably intact. To this day, she still hasn't figured out whether that top-tier Night Watchers was a player in disguise or a real person. She had originally planned to investigate further after the Eternal Night descended, but now it's too late.

If the Special-Rank Night Watchers is indeed a character from the story, then combined with the rest, he truly has the strength to take down an Epic Tier II boss.

If you succeed, you might perform a series of impressive maneuvers, only to be eliminated by the game before you even get a chance to show yourself.

She began to waver, essentially the same as the Slothful Bishop and the others; the stronger the player, the more afraid they were of dying, especially dying inexplicably.

Want to gamble?

Mebius's fingers trembled slightly; the word was utterly insulting to a scientist, let alone entrusting one 'Destiny to the weakness of an enemy.

"The key is that I not only have to defeat the King of the Night, but also get what's behind him." The woman gritted her teeth and muttered, "What kind of crazy mission did that pink-haired idiot assign me?"

Complaining solves nothing, so Mebius finally took out the atomic clock and glanced at it.

6:30.

Night will fall in an hour and a half. Since they dare to challenge the King of the Night, they should know that the larger the area covered by the tide, the stronger the Boss. They certainly won't waste any time.

After meticulous calculations, Mebius did not hesitate any longer. He took out a red and white sphere and made it expand rapidly, covering an area of several square kilometers around it.

The countless lights were all captured inside the sphere, and after only a few seconds, the sphere quickly contracted and returned to the palm of the hand.

What a pity. If I had just two more days, I could have created the seventh version of the biological weapon, enough to grind those Night Watchers into dust.

Mebius looked disappointed. He hadn't managed to build up his trump card yet; what he had now was barely enough to cope. But when playing against a strong opponent, how could he possibly be perfect?

"Fine, if you really want to win over the King of the Night, theoretically we can still cooperate. At worst, I'll share some of the profits."

She quickly adjusted her contingency plan; that's the source of her confidence to make her moves.

Stepping out of the tidal zone, it was dusk outside. Under the dim sky, the pillar of light connecting heaven and earth appeared incredibly dazzling. At this stage, the tidal zone was only a thousand kilometers away from the Night Capital.

Time was limited, so Mebius dared not travel slowly. Once night fell, with six powerful Soul Lamp on her body, she would become the most dazzling figure in the night sky, and she couldn't help but bite her lip lightly.

Did they even plan all this out? Not even giving us time to mend things after the fact?

Despite her anger, after assessing the situation, she had no choice but to act according to the script. Fortunately, the distance of a thousand kilometers was too short for her, and she arrived at the edge of Night Capital in less than twenty minutes.

The ground was covered with countless lights, like a galaxy. Who knows how many people were crammed here? The snake's eyes scanned like a computer, and its long eyebrows quickly furrowed.

"Playing the Empty City Stratagem?"

Her radiance was still too dazzling, and she had already been spotted by the people on the ground, but there was no ambush, and not even the Night Watchers came to intercept her; they just looked up at the sky in panic.

As they flew further forward, their eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown.

The vast city was deathly silent; all residents had been evacuated, and the streets were littered with debris, along with rows of steam-powered vehicles stuck in traffic.

The Empty City Stratagem wasn't staged; the city was truly empty at Night Capital. It was very difficult to ambush people in this instance. Night was still an hour or so away, and the sky was already incredibly dark, yet there were hardly any lights to be seen.

Of Yuki didn't have thousands of Night Watchers lying in ambush; it was neither possible nor necessary. The sparse lights couldn't escape the snake's eye scan either. What remained were only the residents who were unwilling to leave. Mebius gently shook the red and white sphere.

Thousands of 'starlight' appeared in the air, and noodle-like monsters fell to the ground. They quickly scattered and searched everything as if licking the ground, leaving no basement or place where lights could be hidden untouched.

No, not a single Night Watchers, and the frequency of player Soul Lamp is no match for my Hound.

Mebius opened her eyes. Her research on the darkness over the past few days was her true trump card. If these residents were players in disguise, she would have discovered them long ago.

It's confirmed; they really did go to Eternal Night.

She looked at the Lighthouse so close by, its beam of light piercing the sky, penetrating the Eternal Night, and then cutting off all detection signals.

"Spatial teleportation will send the creatures that enter the Lighthouse to another location, since it's physically impossible to approach the Eternal Night."

Mebius had already tested flying into the sky and knew that the 'atmosphere' of this instance was infinitely thick. After figuring out the situation in a few minutes, she loosened her grip on the capsule and gritted her teeth.

This is not a good thing; it only shows that all the elites have been brought to the Lighthouse, and that combined strength is already extremely dangerous.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Mebius in the air dissolved like a puddle of black mud, and when he reappeared, he was already in the basement of the palace. The noodle monster had transformed into a beautiful, blue-haired mature woman.